June 7, 2011.
Everyone is asleep in my house, but I can hear the TV back in my room. A bright yellow lamp-light is above me right now, creating heat on my face. I hate it.
Yesterday I felt like running away. Not the cliché "I hate my parents so I'm running away from home" kind of thing, an actual need to just run.
It was something about yesterday. Something about the mood of the day and how awkward everyone at the house was being. Maybe it was a mere figment of my imagination, but I felt like everyone was being especially happy. Could they not see that I was miserable?